Bacchanalia

By Matthew Arnold 1822–1888 Matthew Arnold
I
The evening comes, the fields are still.
The tinkle of the thirsty rill,
Unheard all day, ascends again;
Deserted is the half-mown plain,
Silent the swaths! the ringing wain,
The mower's cry, the dog's alarms,
All housed within the sleeping farms!
The business of the day is done,
The last-left haymaker is gone.
And from the thyme upon the height,
And from the elder-blossom white
And pale dog-roses in the hedge,
And from the mint-plant in the sedge,
In puffs of balm the night-air blows
The perfume which the day forgoes.
And on the pure horizon far,
See, pulsing with the first-born star,
The liquid sky above the hill!
The evening comes, the fields are still.

       Loitering and leaping,
       With saunter, with bounds—
       Flickering and circling
       In files and in rounds—
       Gaily their pine-staff green
       Tossing in air,
       Loose o'er their shoulders white
       Showering their hair—
       See! the wild Maenads
       Break from the wood,
       Youth and Iacchus
       Maddening their blood.

       See! through the quiet land
       Rioting they pass—
       Fling the fresh heaps about,
       Trample the grass.
       Tear from the rifled hedge
       Garlands, their prize;
       Fill with their sports the field,
       Fill with their cries.

       Shepherd, what ails thee, then?
       Shepherd, why mute?
       Forth with thy joyous song!
       Forth with thy flute!
       Tempts not the revel blithe?
       Lure not their cries?
       Glow not their shoulders smooth?
       Melt not their eyes?
       Is not, on cheeks like those,
       Lovely the flush?
       —Ah, so the quiet was!
       So was the hush!

II
The epoch ends, the world is still.
The age has talk'd and work'd its fill—
The famous orators have shone,
The famous poets sung and gone,
The famous men of war have fought,
The famous speculators thought,
The famous players, sculptors, wrought,
The famous painters fill'd their wall,
The famous critics judged it all.
The combatants are parted now—
Uphung the spear, unbent the bow,
The puissant crown'd, the weak laid low.
And in the after-silence sweet,
Now strifes are hush'd, our ears doth meet,
Ascending pure, the bell-like fame
Of this or that down-trodden name,
Delicate spirits, push'd away
In the hot press of the noon-day.
And o'er the plain, where the dead age
Did its now silent warfare wage—
O'er that wide plain, now wrapt in gloom,
Where many a splendour finds its tomb,
Many spent fames and fallen mights—
The one or two immortal lights
Rise slowly up into the sky
To shine there everlastingly,
Like stars over the bounding hill.
The epoch ends, the world is still.

       Thundering and bursting
       In torrents, in waves—
       Carolling and shouting
       Over tombs, amid graves—
       See! on the cumber'd plain
       Clearing a stage,
       Scattering the past about,
       Comes the new age.
       Bards make new poems,
       Thinkers new schools,
       Statesmen new systems,
       Critics new rules.
       All things begin again;
       Life is their prize;
       Earth with their deeds they fill,
       Fill with their cries.

       Poet, what ails thee, then?
       Say, why so mute?
       Forth with thy praising voice!
       Forth with thy flute!
       Loiterer! why sittest thou
       Sunk in thy dream?
       Tempts not the bright new age?
       Shines not its stream?
       Look, ah, what genius,
       Art, science, wit!
       Soldiers like Caesar,
       Statesmen like Pitt!
       Sculptors like Phidias,
       Raphaels in shoals,
       Poets like Shakespeare—
       Beautiful souls!
       See, on their glowing cheeks
       Heavenly the flush!
       —Ah, so the silence was!
       So was the hush!

The world but feels the present's spell,
The poet feels the past as well;
Whatever men have done, might do,
Whatever thought, might think it too.

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Poet Matthew Arnold 1822–1888

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian

Subjects Poetry & Poets, Mythology & Folklore, Heroes & Patriotism, Social Commentaries, Arts & Sciences, Music, Greek & Roman Mythology

Poetic Terms Couplet, Allusion, Imagery

 Matthew  Arnold

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Among the major Victorian writers sharing in a revival of interest and respect in the second half of the twentieth century, Matthew Arnold is unique in that his reputation rests equally upon his poetry and his prose. Only a quarter of his productive life was given to writing poetry, but many of the same values, attitudes, and feelings that are expressed in his poems achieve a fuller or more balanced formulation in his prose. . . .

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SUBJECT Poetry & Poets, Mythology & Folklore, Heroes & Patriotism, Social Commentaries, Arts & Sciences, Music, Greek & Roman Mythology

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian

Poetic Terms Couplet, Allusion, Imagery

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